The Gift Poem by Edwina Reizer
The Gift
I see the rose you painted for me.
It brings me joy every day.
I stare at it before I write
And then I start to pray
that you will paint for me again someday
while I watch you at my side.
I'm not as young as I'd like to be.
And time just goes too fast.
But the beauty of the rose you drew
in my memory will always last.
For in the rose I see your eyes
and I see you at my side.
Marijana I love you.
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